That Is The Day

I have lived a biker’s life,
yet now I ride with one fear.

Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

That Is The Day

I have lived a biker’s life,
yet now I ride with one fear.

Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

That Is The Day

I have lived a biker’s life,
yet now I ride with one fear.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...

yaskhan

Verba volant, scripta manent !